Hakai no Miko

Episode 27: Rough Tenderness (Previous)

"All the way, you've come a long way"

The witch's head in exotic outfits, made up of scarlet colored soil on her forehead and eyes, narrows her eyes and welcomes everyone. After exchanging greetings in turn with Garam, Zug and Shemr, at the end the witch's head turned its attention to the pale horse.

"Boy, is that soma? I've heard rumors."

I was a pale horse wondering what kind of rumors I was hearing, but anyway, I bow my head and return a social dictionary saying, "It's an honor to meet you too".

"Now, if you'll excuse me, could you show me your boy's engraving?

As a witch who serves the god of beasts, I guess she still cares about Aura, the goddess of death and destruction. When the Ethereal Horse removes the bowl roll to the offer, the witch head says "excuse me," then pinches the Ethereal Horse's head with both hands, then stares at the engraving so close to her face that it exhales. After a breath killing silence, the witch-head leaked an exclamation exhaling away from the pale horse.

"I was shown something unusual. I'm pretty sure it's the engraving of that goddess."

"Um... what kind of god is Aura?

He's the one who stands at the top of the witch. I wondered if anyone else knew anything about Aura, the Ethereal Horse asked. Then, the witch's head screams with a wrinkle against her nose.

"Oh! Please don't. Here, you call that name. Calling it that name means inviting it."

When the witch's head holds her own shoulder, she shows her body trembling when she busts.

"I'm sorry, but we don't know that goddess in detail either. Whatever, that goddess must not be glorified. Don't be demeaning. Don't talk. Don't touch it. Don't know. I've been told that for a long time."

"... Really?"

I didn't expect much, but the Ethereal Horse was still disappointed. I wanted to figure out what Aura was summoning herself to the world for and what she was going to do.

You pitied such a pale horse, the witch-head says in a gentle voice.

"Unfortunately, I can't tell you anything about that goddess, but don't hesitate to say anything else if you want to ask. I'll tell you anything I know."

Besides, I remembered that I was curious to say that there was nothing in particular right now. Because the witch head told me that she could teach me anything, so I ask this is just a good opportunity.

"Can witch heads use magic?!"

Not only did it have a witch-head, but all who were there made a proper face.

I wonder if that was a bad explanation for myself, and the Ethereal Horse explains with gestures and gestures.

"Here's the thing, getting fireballs out of your hands, lightning out, bushing water out"

In modern Japan, magic is tough when it comes to otherworldly fantasy. Ever since we came to this world, we have never seen such power, but the Ethereal Horse expected us to know some kind of magic, if it were the head of all the witches.

But the witch's head erupted unexpectedly before the Ethereal Horse, desperately explaining. That's all, or I start laughing with even more bellies.

Finally, he realized he had asked a strange question, and the Ethereal Horse blushed.

"Ahhh, that's crazy. Unfortunately, we can't use magical powers like those stories that storytellers tell us."

After a glimmer of laughter, the witch's head answered as she wiped the tears floating in her eyes.

"But I heard I owe it to my wife to let this world live..."

"Oh. I'm listening to him. But that's the power of the god of beasts. All we can do is pray to God. If God realizes that prayer and matches the offering he offers with what he wants, he may wield his power at random. That's the way it is."

The witch's head points to the pale horse.

"If anyone had such magical power, it would be one of your God's chosen children."

And I don't even see how the urge to laugh has been pounding back again, or how bare I can be, and I turn my throat against it and laugh.

Someone from behind grabbed the shoulder of the Ethereal Horse, who was shuddering in shame with his body down. And when I was turned to power, there was a smiling Shemr face right in front of my eyes and nose.

"Soma, your shame is my shame, too, isn't it?

He seems to be grinning, but he's stripping his fangs out. This is obviously an intimidating laugh.

"Fair enough, my son. Give me a break. I'm listening. The kid's a 'dropper' who's fallen from different worlds, isn't he?

Yes, Shemr, taken into the witch's head, releases his hand from the shoulders of the Ethereal Horse in such a manner as tannic. But those eyes said, "Remember me later," and the Ethereal Horse leaked a drawn laugh.

"More than that, you guys. Did you finish your lunch?

To the question of the witch's head, the Ethereal Horses, who were led here early when they arrived at the Holy Land Lolo, shook their heads beside each other.

"Well, good. I'm preparing a meal to entertain you. I'm glad it didn't go to waste."

When the witch's head rang two Kashiwaki hands, one after the other came in with cooking in the tent. Once the dish is dedicated to the altar of the God of the Beast, it is placed directly on the cloth.

When all the dishes are lined up, the witch head recommends it to the Ethereal Horses.

"Come on, don't hesitate to eat it"

The Ethereal Horses, seated in the car, exhaled in admiration at the dishes lined up in front of them.

Dumplings made with nuts and potatoes powdered. Chunks of meat just scraped off the whole roasted cow. Rock salted raw liver. The whole roasting of birds, roasted in a konji and fox color, when the witch's head breaks her belly with a mountain knife from her hand, the potatoes and root vegetables roll off along with plenty of gravy from inside. In the middle of a tree filled with spice-filled soup that raised the hot air, large fruits, like tomatoes simmered together, were more and more sedentary.

Many of them are similar to the dishes Shemr has made for me so far, but some of them can also be seen for the first time.

"He fried the freshly removed catfish with cow fat."

The witch's head explained to me that in Zoan's dish, which had a lot of cow and bird meat, a pale horse, whose fish appearance was rare, was looking at vegetable-fried catfish with a large mouth open. In a plain with few water fields, fish dishes can be rare, especially dishes made with this catfish. Seems like a treat rarely eaten outside of celebrations and festivals. Zoog and others are full of joy and bursting catfish from their heads.

In addition, some of the dishes served were intestines, and there were intestines in this world, which delighted the pale horse.

"Sounds like you liked it a lot."

That's what Shemr called me, and the Ethereal Horse noticed that of the several types of bowel stuffs she had, she was reaching for all the blackish ones.

"Yeah. This is delicious"

It was hard to say that it looked black and appetizing, but what a good thing to try. What's packed inside seems to be finely chopped guts and cartilage, and its distinctive toothpaste is followed by the tingling irritation of plenty of spices used.

"Right. It can only be made during festivals or celebrations, but if you like it that much, I'll make it when you get back to the city."

Taste and texture are apparently liver (liver). In this world where there is no refrigerator, etc., cooking with scratchy guts is hard to make, if not when livestock is slaughtered.

That's what I thought, Ethereal Horse, but that prediction was a little wrong.

The identity of this intestinal stuffing is a type of blood sausage that uses blood as a material, not just guts. Although it is a dish unfamiliar to Japan, where carnivores were not common, it is by no means uncommon as a food that uses livestock in vain if you look around the world.

And even the pioneering villages of the Sorbiant Plains are dishes that become popular with the interaction with Zoan and the development of livestock, but they were not yet widely known.

Some time after this, there are rumors of Shemr sneaking around carrying the blood of the cow he just killed by saying, "Make Soma's favorite," but that's another story.

As we were all tongue-in-cheek at the cooking, one warrior came there and gently slapped some ear on the witch's head.

"Well, well. - Sounds like you got a lot of gifts. Thank you."

Apparently, the souvenir Joash made me hold was handed over safely. Besides, the Ethereal Horse remembered what he had forgotten.

The Ethereal Horse wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before offering the witch's head what Shemr had brought him.

"Deliver this"

It is a leather bag the size of a baby. The witch's head untied the string that had tied the mouth of the leather bag she had been given, and when she stuck her hand in it and took out the contents, it was a silver coin.

"It's the cost of rock salt."

"They don't even say it's a price. That doesn't belong to anyone originally. It belongs to all the Zoans on the plains, and it's just a story that we [the family of the eyes] keep so that someone doesn't occupy it. Besides, I don't even get this stuff..."

Money is not in circulation in Zoan. Gold and silver were also too precious in Zoan, where there was no mining technique, and could only be used as a tool for sacrificing and a witch-head ornament, which was instead limited in use.

"Then distribute equally to all families along with the souvenirs you bring. If you like anything in the souvenir, next time you'll be happy to offer money in the city to buy it"

Originally, the purpose was to interact with Zoan and humans through the transaction. It would be more convenient for me to go over to the whole Zoan than to be monopolized in part.

"That's a good idea!

To the suggestion of the Ethereal Horse, it was Zug who first gave a welcome voice. This is also true when I suggested talking about the development of the plains, but Zoog's flexibility of thought still has something to keep an eye on.

When the Ethereal Horse stared with admiration, Zoog, unaware of it, groaned his tongue.

"I want to buy that fish dried. And the liquor that you made from fruit!

Maybe the Ethereal Horse got seriously worried about just being tense about eating.

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"Well, I can still afford it until the festival runs out, but I called you guys because I had a little trouble."

After anticipating that the dish served had been cleaned up, the witch-head cut it out that way. And the witch-head who took the Ethereal Horses out of the tent pointed to a point in the plain that spread beneath his eyes as he walked to the edge of Lolo.

"Look, you see that hill over there?

Ahead of where the witch's head pointed, it was a hill as small as an island floating on a plain.

In the distance, trees grow sparsely, and you just see some zoan tent-like shadows, not an unusual sight anyway.

But to the next witch-headed word, everyone was stunned.

"There's a bunch of guys over there trying to smash up the festival rundown."

It is no exaggeration to say that opening the Great Festival Borough is a grief for all Zoan living on the plains. No way, no one ever dreamed of having Zoan trying to interfere with it.

"To be more precise, there is a gathering of those who are averse to this boy becoming king of the clan. At the end of the day, the Raging Tooth, which pushes man to the King of the Nation, is also rebellious that he is not worthy of a great chief. If we're going to stop the two names, we're going to have to destroy the festival."

Besides, Zug leaks the voice that pushed his anger to kill him.

"Where the hell are they...?

Naturally, when the Ethereal Horse rebels against becoming a clan king, until Garam becomes a great chief, it is likely that the Claw Clan, which has previously been in conflict with the Fang Clan. If so, it means that those who are against the will of Zug, the chief of the clan, were among the families.

The witch's head waves flirtatiously at Zoog, wrapping swordswallowing air together.

"It's not like I'm from anywhere. People are gathering from all over. - But at the heart of it is"

So the witch-head looked at Gallum in a meaningful way.

"Rough Tenderness." Menuin Nurga Mambaha.

I can tell from the family name Menouin that it is Zoan of the "Family of Takeshi", but it was an unfamiliar name for Aoi Horse.

But it seems that the name was unheard of for the Gallums. Shemru and Zoog look surprised at each other and stare at Gallum. And when Gallum put a crease on his nose, he was looking at his face wound with his finger.

It was called witch-headed attitude, someone who seemed somehow to be related to Gallum, but the Ethereal Horse had no choice but to shut up and watch what was going on in the atmosphere he could not hear much.

"... What's Bararak doing?

After a while, what Garam finally said was confirmation of the trend of Barak, the chief of the "family of the predators".

"I send a messenger to praise Mambaha and he says he'll be here soon, too, but I don't know. He thinks he's the only one smart enough to plot a lot of things, like digging a grave. You can't guess."

Though I will not denounce it outright, Bararak is also unhappy that the Ethereal Horse and Gallam will become the King of the Nation and the Great Sheikh. Probably going to leave Mambaha's behavior behind this fortunately and squeeze in a high-profile view of what will happen.

"Bararak tied his hand behind" Rough Tenderness, "and did it after he set it up?

To Garam's inquiry, the witch's head shakes her neck to the left and right.

"You don't have that. Originally," Rough Tenderloin "was a guy who even lightened the chief's Barak."

Among Zoan, who honors the warrior's martial arts, only the "Takeshi clan" is the clan that determines the chief by consultation among the powerful blood clans (the closer blood clan among the clans). For this reason, even though Bararak, far inferior in strength as a warrior than himself, is a chief, Mambaha has long been openly complaining that "if it were any other family, I would have been the chief".

Zoog laughed with his nose when he heard that.

"You Mambaha guy. He thinks he can be a chief with only his skill, but he can't be mistaken."

To what I don't think Zoog's words boast of his arm, Shemru unwittingly said, "You speak of it! I say." Realizing the silence immediately, he hurriedly blocked his mouth with both hands, but Zug, the person told, answered without even showing a bare gesture that he cared.

"Whoa! When I just became chief, I gave orders to my brothers and sisters to eat General Skan. At that time, I was almost dragged down from the seat of the chief, and I was about to be lifted. That's when I heard my sister come back and beat me to pieces and then work me to my wife's house. That's how I managed it."

"That's a great story to say."

To Zoog's story, the Ethereal Horse says smudged.

"Hmm. Now I think that was a good experience."

What I thought was most amazing about the Ethereal Horse was my sister's presence that beat this zoog to pieces, but I kept it to myself.

"I agree that you can't be a chief."

The witch-head also expressed his consent.

"But still, that man's former prestige doesn't make him an idiot. There are only about two hundred of us now, but if the festival rundown approaches from now on, more people will gather. Of course, some of them will be in tune with those guys. If there are more people out there, I won't be able to help."

Zoan of the plains has been abused by humans for thirty years. There will always be one man killed by man among his parents, brothers, lovers and acquaintances. For those Zoans, many feel resistance to wearing a human, the Aoi Horse, as a tribal king, not to mention how many plains they have reclaimed. Now held back by the strong support of both Garam and Zug and his son, Shemr, this action by Mambaha is an event that could ignite the occasional gas of dissatisfaction.

"Well, we're in trouble, too. - There you go."

The witch's head raised her mouth slightly, pointing her finger towards the pale horse.

"I want this guy to be the new king of the clan, and I want him settled."

Suddenly the Ethereal Horse waved the story to herself, not knowing, "Why me?," he questioned, and hastily swallowed it.

This must be a trial. We are being tested to see if we can truly show that as kings of the people we have enough power to bind the Zoans of the plains.

If that happens, you can't say no.

However, confirmation of the conditions of achievement is necessary in order to challenge the trials.

"When I say solve, what exactly should I do?

To that question, the witch's head nodded satisfactorily. This case is an opportunity to dress up to show its power against the vast majority of Zoan who are unhappy with the Ethereal King assault name of the Ethereal Horse. It is also convenient as a witch's head to have to perform the ritual of the tribal king's assault, which I found to be equipped with as much judgment as I could properly understand it.

"Convince me, and let me hear what I say when I slap you, and whatever is good. Anyway, just tell the people over there to follow."

The Ethereal Horse interpreted that we should just make Zoan named Mambaha grow up anyway, because we don't question the means to answer the witch-head.

"What kind of person is Mambaha?

Convince me, knock me out, you have to know your enemies in any case. The first person to say Mambaha asked him what he looked like. Then Zoog laughs meaningfully.

"The most powerful warrior on the previous plain. - Hey, Garam."

The Ethereal Horse also knows that Gallum is called the strongest brave man on the plains. From around Zoog purposefully putting on "previous," it still seems Garam and Mambaha have some cause. The Ethereal Horse turns his enquiring gaze to the Gallum.

"Okay. I'll talk."

Gallum, who noticed the gaze of the Ethereal Horse, said with one sigh.

"Rough Tenderness" Menuin Nurga Mambaha is a man who was once also known as the strongest warrior on the plains. And - "

And point to the wound on your face.

- He's also the man who carved this wound into my face.

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